Resident Evil Redemption

If you believe Shrine's nonsense, it only shows that you are still too naive.

This story is far from over.

The explosion of the RPG formed a thick white smoke on the upper layer of the magma, so that Chris couldn't make out what was happening in the magma from the high-altitude helicopter.All he knew was that, anyway, Wesker was finally dead.

"It's for our dead brothers!" Sheva looked down, gritting her teeth.

"..." Chris didn't speak, and turned to look at Jill on the side.Presumably he must have mixed feelings now, and must have a lot of things to say to her.

"Chris..." Sheva put down the bazooka launcher and looked at Chris worriedly, "That woman..."

"Well...I know..." Chris knew who she was talking about, "If she is still alive, one day, I will spare no effort to arrest her..." He looked up at the slowly rising sun outside the window. Chris, Wesker is dead, but you still want Shrine to live, don't you?

He killed him.The pain, not only did not end, but intensified.It seemed that these were just his own inner voices, like those demonic whispers that lingered in his ears late at night.He shook his head, thinking his "midnight bell phobia" might be getting worse.

As the helicopter goes away, everything is calm again, and no one will remember what happened here...

In fact, Shrine ran over long before the two RPGs stirred up the magma.She saw the man soaked in the magma, who had just been fainted by the magma accompanied by heat waves and sparks.It was difficult to say whether he was dead or passed out.

Shrine seemed to have forgotten the existence of the Kololiva virus, which still produced a heat reaction in her body. Without thinking about it, she stretched her hands into the hot magma.

Kneeling there, leaning forward, it didn't matter that the magma was burning the ends of her hair, and the hot red liquid had already flowed over her elbow joints. She couldn't describe how it felt.She has only one thought now, and that is to pull him up.Under the burning and weight, her arms almost fell apart, and tears began to flow from the corners of her eyes, she just clenched her hands tightly.

Finally, Shrine dragged him up.She sat slumped on the ground, her two scorched arms hanging down her sides.She rested Wesker's head on her lap and looked at the man, who was completely unrecognizable and barely dressed.

If Wesker managed to fuse the virus in her body, she must have started to function by now-by no means let the host die.Look, the petrified black tentacles on his chest tightly wrapped his still beating heart.

But even so, she was still desperate.She felt that he probably wouldn't wake up...

The low-altitude smoke dissipated, and the sound of helicopter propellers came from not far away.Several people who looked like mercenaries jumped down...

Pull the progress bar back a bit, and the story actually goes like this: After sensing the extreme change in Wesker, Shrine contacted his players directly and asked them to keep an eye on his movements.

This sounds like a myth, but if One hadn't used his superb sniper skills to shoot one of the RPGs at a height of 3km (if it were me, I could blow it for ten years, really.), making Two RPGs exploded in advance at the same time not far from Wesker directly opposite, and this madman may really be buried in the flames.Yes, the kind that died so badly that there was not even a scum left.

"You guys are late..." Shrine sat on the rock, her arms still swollen.She looked at Four who was running over, her tone was full of tiredness, "Bring a pair of pants, a blanket or something..."

"Tsk tsk..." The French woman glanced at the ground, gesticulating on Wesker's body with her slender fingers, "It's so... magnificent, it's not common anymore..."

"Pants!" Shrine glared at her, repeating her order clearly and deliberately.

"Okay, okay..." Four turned around, "Captain needs a pair of pants..."

Regardless, the brawny men lifted Wesker onto the helicopter.However, the man still had no intention of waking up.

"Cap, where are we going?" Seven in the driver's seat turned his head and asked Shrine who was in a daze.

"..." Looking at the monster lying on the ground, where else could she go? "Chicago."

Dignity is not important anymore, she knows that her skin is already as thick as a city wall, she just wants him to live...

"Adam," Shrine paused after dialing the phone, "I need your help..."

The author has something to say:

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Did you believe my nonsense? ? ? [Yao Ming laughs]